Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
the Normal,
PIL,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.